On a sunny day in Santa Barbara, Chief Karen Vick walked into her office. On her desk, a nondescript envelope addressed "to the Hero of the Fairy Tale" sat on her keyboard.

"McNab," she called.

"Yes Chief?" said McNab, who looked frightened.

"Do you know who put this envelope on my desk?"

"No?" he squeaked.

"McNab, I was only asking a question. You can go back to work."

"Yes, Chief!"

And with that, McNab scurried away.

"That man," Karen thought to herself, "will never learn."

She left to find Lassiter and O'Hara. She finally found them, clutching onto huge cups of coffee like they were lifelines. Karen couldn't blame them.

"Lassiter! O'Hara!" she barked, with perhaps a little more force than needed. O'Hara jumped and almost spilled her drink. "Meet me in my office, you two."

The two detectives shared a glance before following her.

Once they were safely inside, she told them about the mysterious origins of the letter and they discussed whether or not to open it. They were interrupted by the office door swinging open to reveal the one and only Shawn Spencer, who waltzed in with his ever-submissive partner.

"Ooh! An envelope!" Shawn whisper-screamed. "What're we gonna do with it?"

"Mr. Spencer," Karen cut in firmly, "why are you in my office? I don't recall inviting you in. And why in the world are you whisper-screaming?"

Guster, ever the responsible one, answered. "My apologies, Chief. This morning, I found him passed out in the Psych office with 5 empty boxes of Froot Loops, 7 half-eaten donuts, and," at this, Guster grimaced, "a toilet seat smeared with what was hopefully chocolate."

Lassiter looked like he wanted murder.

"That still doesn't explain why you two are here," she reminded.

Guster groaned. "When Shawn woke up, he threw me into the back seat of my car and drove us here. I'm just grateful that his flatulence isn't uncontrollable anymore."

O'Hara looked faint.

"Chief, do you want Spencer to be here?" inquired Lassiter.

"I do not need their assistance at the present moment," she said in response to Lassiter. To Shawn and Gus, she said, "I'm going to need you two to leave."

"Of course, Chief," Guster said, but when he promptly started to drag Spencer out the door, Spencer shrieked, "We just got here! LEMME GO!"

"MCNAB!" Lassiter roared. "Get these clowns out of here!"

"Sorry, Shawn," McNab said, and led the psychic duo out the door.

"So, Chief, what do you propose we do with the envelope?" O'Hara asked, desperately trying to regain a sense of normalcy.

Karen took a breath. "I think that we should open it."

"But—Chief! What if there's a bomb or something?" Lassiter cried, agitated after the run-in with Spencer.

"Calm down, Lassiter. The envelope is completely flat. It might be a clue to a case."

"Doesn't the wording of the address seem even a little off to you?"

But Karen tore the envelope open before he finished his sentence. She shook it out. It seemed like it took ages for the photos inside to flutter to the ground. O'Hara picked up one photo, Lassiter the other. O'Hara gasped. She slowly, but steadily, showed Lassiter and Karen the photo. In it, a young woman whose face was hidden from view lay on the ground, in a pool of blood. Lassiter looked at his photo. It was a street sign.

"Let's go."

No more words were needed as the detectives hopped into a squad car. As they left, Karen mused. "Perhaps I'm going to need Spencer after all," she thought to herself, and prepared for the arrival of the pineapple-loving "psychic".